Ryan sighed, running his hand through his short hair. Another meeting, another three hours wasted. He opened his room's door, fully prepared to just lie down on the white, silky sheets.
"You better repair this mess," a deep voice called out from the shadows, startling him. Bodil was floating only a few inches off the ground, wings not even fully spread, in the darkest corner of Ryan's room.
"Are you still going on about that?" Ryan asked tiredly.
Bodil shot him a glare, "Of course I am. I am not leaving until things get back to normal!" the Bulgarian exclaimed and ruffled his feathers to prove his point.
Ryan sighed, too tired to even protest anymore. The two of them, Bodil and Dawn, hadn't stopped pestering him ever since then. The Councilman looked Bodil up and down, judging his defiant posture.
Finally sighing in defeat, the elder said after a few minutes of tense silence, "Fine."
—-
Jason nudged Ty's arm when his brother wasn't responding too long.
"Tyyyy!" he whined, "I don't know this!" he complained, pushing his Math paper to Ty.
The older took them, snapping back to reality, and giggled. "But it's easy!" he said, turning the paper so Jason could see what he started scribbling. "Just add this," he pointed as he wrote, "And square it." He passed the pen back to Jason, going back to his book. He quickly checked the clock. 16:46. Bodil would be there soon. The angel managed to convince the teen to actually go outside, and they were going game shopping with Bash.
He read a few pages, before deeming it enough, and went to change. He pulled on a white shirt and his favorite gray jeans, slipping into his converses. He waved to Jason, reminding him to at least try and do his homework.
As expected, Bodil and Bash were already waiting for him at the bottom of the staircase. After a few days, the teen, though unwillingly, learned to stand the Bulgarian's shades, keeping Sky's pair securely in his pocket at any time. Even now, he had them. He quickly made sure, letting out a breath he didn't know he had been holding when he felt them.
"Hey guys," he greeted them.
Bodil smiled at him and Bash waved.
He wondered what kinds of games they'd pick.
—-
Bodil led Dawn by her hand down the countless, endless corridors, through the numerous twists and turns, until finally they stopped in front of a heavy, sturdy looking wooden door.
Bodil knocked once, the dull sound echoing between the white walls, making the heterochromic eyed angel flinch.
The door opened, by itself, to reveal a spacey room, with a dark wooden table sitting in the middle. Its top was covered by a white sheet.
Bodil stepped inside without batting an eyebrow and Dawn followed suit, though more timidly.
The taller angel looked around the room as the door closed, again by itself. He spotted a figure in the corner.
"Are you done?" Bodil asked, walking over to the table.
The figure turned around, revealing that it was Ryan. He nodded, sighing.
"If anyone finds out, it's on the two of us. I hope you understand that," he said, shuffling his feathers a little.
"Understood."
—-
The trio stopped by the Gamestop, waiting for Bash to finish his milkshake, as all drinks were forbidden inside.
They looked at the games, picking out a few for Ty. The angels, if we counted Jerome, and the others managed to convince him to start his own channels, and he was very popular, to be honest.
After a while, Ty went to pay for his choices; Super meat boy, a classic, and Brothers, A tale of two sons, a title that caught his attention. While the unsuspecting teen was talking to the cashier, the angel and the youtuber exchanged a look, nodding at each other.
Bodil crept up on Ty, totally invisible, and carefully, more carefully than anything he had ever done, fished out the shades from Ty's pocket.
With a victorious grin, he rounded an isle, making it seem like the was just behind the shelf the whole time.
Bash gave him a thumbs up, "Dude, what the balls, you were great!" he whispered to the angel, "What were you stressing about?"
Bodil shook his head, pocketing the shades. "Nevermind…" he muttered.
—-
"I'm glad," Ryan said, walking over to the table, "Right now, it's just an empty vessel. Like a corpse, almost."
"What? No, no, no! You said-" Bodil started protesting, before Ryan continued.
"Don't worry. You just need something that meant a lot for him," the Councilman grasped the edge of the blanket and pulled it off, revealing Sky laying on the wooden surface, "I'd say his shades would do," he said, everyone's eyes looking up to Sky's face.
"Leave it to me," Bodil said, turning away.